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Travis waited, uncomfortably, why the girl finished dressing the next morning. His hands were stuffed into his sleeves with his fingers working back and forth against the fabric as he shifted from one leg to the next. He was embarrassed. He had brought the girl home, with Derrick pushing and pushing him too, but he hadn't been able to get himself in the mindset to have sex with her. They had made out but he didn't like the way she tasted. She had moaned so loudly and grinded herself against him so hard that Travis had actually started laughing. In the end, they had ended up just laying in his bed and sleeping, him on one end, her on the other. Her name was Misty.

The first thing Travis saw when he opened his bedroom door was Saint. She was in the kitchen area, facing his room but leaning against the breakfast bar. Her eyes were wide and she was pale. Travis swallowed and walked out of his room with Misty holding his hand. Saint's blue eyes went right to their hands. He saw her tighten her hold on her coffee cup.

Travis looked away from her as he led Misty towards the hallway and the front door. His mind was racing. Why did he feel bad for Saint seeing the girl with him? Why had he been hoping he could sneak Misty out without Saint finding out about her? When he reached the door, he opened it up and they stepped into the hallway. He closed the door to give them privacy. The last thing he wanted was for Saint to know about his failure.

" I'm sorry about last night. I guess had too much to drink." He muttered. He stuffed his hands into his pockets. She smiled as she leaned against their door.

" Don't worry about it, Travis. I got paid anyway." Misty said. Travis frowned hard.

" What?" He asked.

" I was paid before we even came here so it didn't matter to me if we had sex or not." Misty said.

" What do you mean?" He asked. Misty smiled and leaned into whisper to him.

" I'm an escort. Derrick paid me." She said. A shock feeling went over Travis, making Misty laugh as she stood up straight. " You're so cute. Have a good day." She said before she walked away.

Travis was stunned, embarrassed, and angry. He shook his head as he opened the door to the loft. How dare Derrick hire him an escort. He was beyond angry, he was pissed. He walked inside, turning around to shut the door as he thought. He had almost slept with a hooker. Who knew what that girl had. He spun around and started in, ready to yell at Derrick when he met Saint's eyes. Again.

" You better wash those sheets." She said. Was it his imagination or did she sound jealous?

" What?" He snapped. Saint shrugged her shoulders and looked down at her cup of coffee as she stirred it.

" You don't know where that girl has been. You should wash your sheets, better yet, burn them." She said.

" What the hell is it to you what I do with them?" Travis snapped.

" I'm just saying." She said. She took her spoon out and set it on the counter a second before she met his eyes.

" You're just saying what?" He asked.

" If you're going to continue to fuck whores like that maybe you should get plastic sheets." She said. Travis narrowed his eyes and walked over to the counter.

" What would you rather me do, Saint?" He asked as his hands came down on the counter. He was pissed at Derrick and knew he was directing it on her but he couldn't stop himself. " Maybe I should be more like you."

" What do you mean?" Saint asked with a frown.

" Oh I don't know. Maybe I should find a girl, tell her I love her when I don't and then fuck her." He yelled.

" I don't do that." Saint defended.

" So you love Nick than?" Travis was aware that he was yelling but he didn't try and stop. Behind him, at the upstairs part of their loft, he heard two doors open and knew, in the back of his mind, that Derrick and Jones were coming out of their rooms.

" That's none of your business." Saint said.

" Well if you don't love him then you aren't better than a whore. It doesn't matter how long you have been with him. If you don't love him but are having sex with him than you are nothing better than that girl who spent the night with me. Maybe that's the problem!" Travis yelled.

" Travis, what's going on?" Jones called down.

" Stop yelling at her, man." Derrick said.

" That is the problem, isn't it! You wish you were my whore instead of Nick's! Well, it's never going to happen!" The second the words left his mouth, Saint's hand flew up and she slapped him across the face. Hard. Travis' eyes widen, Derrick's hands came to rest against the railing, Jones closed her eyes, and anger flashed over Saint's face.

" Never talk to me again." She said with her voice completely calm despite the hurt that was flowing through her. She looked up at Derrick and Jones.

" I'm moving out. Nick asked me to get a place with him and I'm going. You have a month to find another room mate." She dropped her eyes back to Travis' face as he paled. " I'm not his whore. I'm going to be his wife." She raised her chin while he stared at her. " I would never lower myself to be your whore." Why her words were meant to be strong, her voice was starting to shake.

" Saint..." He reached out to her but Saint took a step back.

" You have said all you need to say to me." Without a look to the other two, Saint started towards the door.

" Saint, wait!" Jones called out as she started towards the stairs. Travis' dropped his hand to the counter top. The door to the loft opened then slammed shut. " What the fuck is wrong with you!" Jones snapped before she followed the fourth roommate out. Neither boy spoke until Jones left the loft.

" You want to tell me what that was about?" Derrick asked. " You want to tell me why you just jumped Saint's shit?" Travis spun around and glared up at Derrick.

" Who is Misty?" He asked. Derrick dropped his hands from the railing.

" A girl."

" A hooker." Travis corrected.

" Travis, she's not a hooker. She's an escort."

" You hired someone to have sex with me." Travis said.

" No, I paid a hot girl to pay attention to you. What you two did when you came back here was on you." Derrick said.

" Why did you do that!" Travis yelled. " You think I can't get a girl on my own!"

" Well, you did strike out the other night." Derrick said. He meant it to be a joke but Travis was not in the mood for jokes.

" Fuck you!" Travis shouted.

" Travis, seriously, you need to calm down. Every guy needs a pick me up sometimes, hell, I know I do. I figured after that man-girl turned you down and then with Saint's asshole boyfriend showing up, you needed a pick me up." Derrick said.

" And what the hell does her boyfriend have to do with me?" Travis spit out. Derrick chuckled.

" Come on, man, you know what. You like her. Everyone can see it. And to be honest, she likes you too. You two are just being weird and stupid about it." He said.

" I don't fucking like her and if I did, what the hell does it matter now! You heard her, she's moving in with him! She's going to marry him!" Derrick's smile faded.

" She isn't going to marry him and you know it. She said it because you hurt her. You were a real dick to her and you need to say you're sorry before it's too late." Derrick said as he started towards the steps.

" Say I'm sorry for what?"

" For what you said, for calling her a whore. You know that was fucked up, right?" Derrick said. " I mean, not even I would do that."

" She doesn't love him but she fucks him." Travis was trying to defend himself and was failing, even he knew it.

" Have you loved every girl you have had sex with? I know I haven't. She said we have a month before she leaves. Fix this, Dude." Derrick said when he reached the bottom of the steps.

" Let her go and move in with him. I don't care." Travis said as he crossed his arms. Derrick shook his head sadly.

" Than you, my friend, are just plain stupid."

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Saint downed her favorite shot, pineapple upside down cake. It was her six one in a row. She slammed the shot glass down and asked for a another one. It was only eleven in the morning. Their favorite bartender lifted his eyebrows up at Jones who just widen her eyes and nodded. He pressed his lips together but started to make the seventh.

" Who does he think he is!" Saint snapped.

" Did Nick ask you to marry him?" Jones asked gently.

" No but we're going to get married. Him and I both know it." She bitterly repeated Nick's words back to Jones.

" But you don't love him." Jones said.

" Well now, that doesn't really matter, does it?" Saint asked. She picked up her shot glass and shook her head.

" Are you really planning on moving in with him?" Jones asked. " You can't do that." Saint downed the shot again.

" We can't live together forever, Jones. It's time to move on with our lives." She said.

" Saint, this isn't you talking. This is Nick talking. He's a douchbag and you're not in love with him. How could you be? You guys haven't even seen each other in a year. You didn't want to see him, doesn't that tell you something?" Jones asked. Saint closed her eyes and shook her head.

" No. Nick knows me like no other. He knows everything about me and he still accepts me." She said softly.

" We accept you, me, Derrick and Travis accept you." Jones said. Saint laughed and looked at her friend.

" You three don't even really know me. And as far as Travis goes, I'm done with him. I mean it, Jones. Keep him away from me." She took some money out of her wallet and slipped it over to the bartender. " I need to go."

" Where are you going?" Jones asked.

" To the hotel with Nick."